"You don't have to do this, Zayn!" My mother tried to convince me, but I had made my decision.
"Think about us! How do you think we'd feel?" She continued.
"Think about Clarissa." My head immediately turned to look at the beautiful girl beside me and I swallowed hard.
"Are you sure about this Zayn? Is this what you really want?" My mother asked for the fifth time.
I was doing this for the beautiful girl sitting beside me, for us. For my family, for my country.
"Yes." I answered looking at her, but my face dropped when she looked down.
"Yes, I'm going to war."